[hotelhalsey]

I didn’t notice ‘cause my love was blind

Without Me by Halsey (2018)

[iwantedittoend]

i spend so much time inside my head that reality often feels like an interruption. the world keeps asking me to be present while my thoughts keep dragging me elsewhere. i am always arriving late to my own life.

- Syeda Zainab

[ntrider]

is there any trait less attractive than a lack of curiosity

[paper-wounds]

[paper-wounds]

[reneespoetry]

-UNDER YOUR SKIN-

Apparently you can’t escape me,

The thing is I never want you to.

I want to be stuck so far inside your soul,

That the idea of tearing me away,

Tears you apart.

I want my claws under your skin,

Bone deep so that taking me out,

Would break you apart.

You want to escape me?

I’ve already burrowed under your arteries,

Inside your veins,

I am your blood.

You will never escape me,

Because we both know,

Leaving me behind would ruin you.

06/06/2026

-Undeniable

[nixscriptum]

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “My Mother Says Kissing a Man Without a Mustache Is Like Eating Eggs Without Salt”, Instructions for Traveling West

[iwantedittoend]

i’m so fucking angry. i’m angry at everything that keeps piling up. i’m angry when i wake up, angry when i try to sleep, angry at people, at situations, at myself for caring so much. i’m angry because nothing feels fair, because nothing feels finished, because the feeling won’t leave. i’m angry at the waiting. always the waiting. i’m angry at being told to “calm down” when nothing inside me is calm. i’m angry because there’s nowhere for all of this to go. i’m angry at myself for feeling it all so sharply, so constantly. it sounds like i’m hurting.

- Syeda Zainab

[mournfulroses]

Robert Desnos, from Essential Poems & Writings; "Ancient Clamor,"

[iwantedittoend]

what’s something i can’t say out loud? maybe it’s how scared i am of being myself. how much i want love and understanding, but feel like i’ll never be enough. how lonely i get inside, even when people are around. how much i hate the parts of me i can’t control. i keep it quiet because i’m afraid. afraid of judgment, of pushing people away, of being too much or not enough.

- Syeda Zainab

[s-heitan]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Richard Siken, Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[feelslikesugarinme777]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— tayyaba (via crmsnltrs)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— v (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— v, how i see her (via letsbelonelytogetherr)